lymantriidae:

skoothsmin:

digitonicelectronic:

glenkokoro:

artistresources:

EXTREMELY IN-DEPTH GUIDES TO DRAWING DIFFERENT ETHNICITIES
Part 1
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I am just crying tears of happy joy and whispering GAIAONLINE TAKE NOTE

‘the Irish head (skull) is one of the largest in Europe’

‘Irish are broad built and large boned’

‘Irish have characteristically thick eyebrows’

whelp

guess I know what to blame my problems on

thanks genetics

but no this is a great resource totally rad check it out

This is really, really fascinating!

i’ve been waiting for this reference for a million years

Oh cool, we’ve rehabilitated physical anthropology by reformulating it in a Diversity™ idiom.

thepleasureofthesierramadre:

the sun never sets on the venereal disease empire

frightened:

if you think rap lyrics are graphic today the poet catallus had everyone bested in the 1st century bc holy fuck:

Well, guess that was my 20s.

limegl0wstix:

sanbonetrio:

reminder that shinji and asuka went out in public in those things

reminds me of when we hit up a 7-11 still in our gear post-rave

obsessionaweek:

ourbandnamecouldbeyourlife:

Priapa the Rapper

(submission from kontextmaschine)

“Our Band Name Could Be Your Life” is my tumblr of ridiculous hypothetical band names that occur to me as a result of reading, writing, and watching movies.  I do also take submissions.

Still proud of this.

flatluigi:

which meant that i deleted all the political blogs i followed in google reader, stopped reading the SA political comics thread, and stopped watching the daily show/colbert report. this was like a month or two after LF died

it was mainly that i was stressing about politics too much for something i…

I drove across the country once, east to west on I-80. Only contact I had with the world were radio stations that filtered in and out and occasionally newspapers where we stopped to eat. Both were more pointedly Christian than I expected.

Anyway occasionally I would come into contact with national news and after a week it was hilarious how goofy it sounded, being all SRS BZNES about something that described fresh was obviously silly.

I realized that if I didn’t pay attention to politics I had just as much influence on it as before and it bugged me much less.

I guess the thing about bandanas on dogs is it’s not a collar and it doesn’t tie into that memeplex but it still announces that this is a dog that’s affiliated with a human.

(would dogcatchers pick up a dog with a bandana?)

Dogcatcher. That’s a resonant term. Couldn’t get elected dogcatcher, because dogcatcher is the lowest ranking office that’s still elective.

but it was still elective

There was a cartridge, velo-dog, because when bicycles were invented

and DIGRESSION

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did you know that suburbanization and even paved roads began with 1880s hipster bougie bicyclists taking pleasure rides out into the country and then complaining that the ROADS WEREN’T PAVED? truth.
}

when bicycles were invented these cityfolk would head out into the country and find themselves chased by packs of wild dogs, so this was a convenient gun/cartridge combination to shoot them with

OK

the thing is you can quite reasonably understand civilization as a long process of killing off feral canids.

remember your wolf fairy tales. there used to be forests (that weren’t recreational) and there used to be wolves

there once was an eccentric rich guy in the town I grew up in, when they announced a plan to round up the strays, paid for by a tag on owned dogs, he hired a private dogcatcher and had them all tagged ($5 each, which was a thing then) and released them

he also built the world’s first rebar castle and filled it with volkstuff

so when the farmers out around Yellowstone complain about plans to reintroduce wolves to the wild it’s not like they’re wrong, it really is a conscious rejection of millennia of civilizational progress

Honestly I’m thinking about dogs in the western imaginary because I’ve been dogsitting for a week and change now. It’s been worthwhile. I’ve never had a dog before and this one’s a perfect starter dog.

I used to think all dogs were boys and all cats were girls, because my aunt had boy dogs and girl cats, and I had a girl cat growing up and my friend had a boy dog.

And I’m realizing I was onto something? Like, this dog is really a simplified model of how to relate to men (praise and approve and feed them to earn their loyalty but watch out if you always give in when they beg no matter how authentic it seems they’ll just learn to beg authentically), just like Nikki (RIP) was a model of how to relate to women (give tenderness, but withdraw sometimes, accept that they’ll withhold for no apparent reason and you should too otherwise they’ll own you)

The whole “game”, maaaaaybe slash MRA thing - I wonder how much that has to do with a generation of only kids/one of twos with a 2-3 year spread, growing up with a lack of older male role models. And I don’t mean just Strong Fathers In The House, but also elder brothers and cousins and uncles who’d buy you liquor and friends’ brothers and music scene mentors and workplace mates and all that. Because if I read my historical accounts right, that’s exactly what they’d do: teach you that women take a little teasing and a little being assertive but not so much that you’re a total jerk, you little shitface.

And instead we got Very Special Episodes about Just Being Yourself and jfc are screenwriters the wrong ones to take lessons from there. It was two years in LA when I finally realized that the trope of Wanting To Show Up Those Bitches Who Wouldn’t Have Sex With You In Tenth Grade wasn’t a metaphor.

Salon 2012::Newsweek 1997

(Salon 1998::Newsweek 1962?)

I dreamed a whole Family Guy episode once, a plot and b plot and visual gags. The A plot was a Close Encounters of the Third Kind/Day The Earth Stood Still alien contact parody, there was a spinning magazine gag where there were three headlines about contact then a Newsweek cover with “Did Jesus…” [white Jesus holding his hands demurely over some great knockers] “…have tits?”

The B Plot was about Meg jerking off goats.

limegl0wstix:

Lukozade, Uplift, & Cris.E.Manic — Undefined
Raw Elements [ELEM003], 2003

Picked this one up at the shop the other day. Unbeatable tune.

Finally got around to watching the first few episodes of Game of Thrones. Read all the books a few months ago, I still have some 7/8ths-finished posts on volume-by-volume themes

The series is actually all better done than I expected, even having heard the praise. My only issue is what are you doing with your voice, Peter Dinklage?

I see you on talk shows, I saw The Station Agent, I know you don’t sound like that. It’s not even a bad Ren Faire accent, that would at least be something I know how to categorize, it’s just…

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR VOICE, PETER DINKLAGE?

screamingcrawfish:

i have compiled a list of my favorite phrases seen in the “first blowjob” tag

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I always thought the widespread and long-held intention to throw parties on the occasion of Thatcher’s death was one of the most charming things about the British left

I may never have met a single one but I do stay up late on the internet, and in consequence I can account in detail how and why to hate Australian aborigines. I’m particularly fond of the notion that they’ll steal your shoes, it makes them sound charmingly fae.

Hilary Clinton’s residence in Washington is a penthouse in a large Art Deco tower. Somehow I learn the official password to her private elevator (“Equinox”) and decide to go there for shits and giggles.

I get in the wrong elevator, though. The attendant is a nice woman of maybe 38. She takes me to a floor marked as having 4 units. One of them is labeled “a politician” and is marked with a hand-size bust of Richard Nixon.

When we arrive, waiting in the elevator lounge is a 30-something Richard Nixon dressed in 1988 style. No one thinks this is odd, I suppose that perhaps Nixon had a son or a grandson (I don’t know if he did) and that it would make sense for him to look like his patriarch and hang around the family property.

Some old and very friendly woman notices me in the lobby and strikes up a conversation. There is a man sharpening pencils by hand with a knife. When he leaves he leaves a pencil on a table and I pick it up.

The old lady has me follow her as she wanders into and out of apartments visiting friends. The tower seems divided into units by quarter, with each unit 3 floors on an open plan. A few people are in each one, they seem a bit artsy and refined. The only one I recognize is Chuck Klosterman.

Jean Paul Gautier is looking for his favorite pencil, it is bothering him much. Eventually I remember the pencil I picked up and offer it to him, it is the correct one. He offers me a sharpener-sharpened one in exchange. I have no idea who Jean Paul Gautier is.

We go down some stairs and meet some more people, I have the sense that everyone here is sort of famous and I have no clue who any of them are. We stop in a narrow lobby full of overstuffed and mostly occupied chairs.

I think that this place seems like a cross between artists’ lofts and a retirement home as designed by Wes Anderson. I notice that Wes Anderson is sitting in one of the chairs, wearing a giant deconstructed bow tie and a Mad Hatter-style oversized hat.

I look down to tie my shoe and when I look up everyone has bowls of beef and onion soup that they are dipping bread into. Anderson gently mocks me for not having brought a bowl.

I look over and notice there is a gift shop selling prints, kind of a more upscale version of those college town poster shops where freshmen buy copies of old French absinthe ads. Sitting visible from the door is a large sign mounted on a floor stand saying that THE MANAGEMENT DISCOURAGES DANCING AS A MATTER OF ETIQUETTE AND PUBLIC ORDER with a picture of 1960s police beating hippies. I cannot tell if that is a print for sale or an honest sign.

I wake up.

I just learned about the Marina City towers in Chicago. I wonder if (renderings, bcuz years) that was the basis for the hotel in The Jetsons’ “Viva Las Venus” episode.

Modernism!